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"The fourth volume of my four-volume novel Aegypt is going to see print at last. It will be published by Gavin Grant and Kelly Link's Small Beer Press in hardcover. The title is:

Endless Things
and it will have an epigraph as follows:

"But then,” I said, by now a little distraught, “would we have only to eat again from the Tree of Knowledge, in order to fall back into the state of innocence?”
“Of course,” he answered. “That is the last chapter of the history of the world.”


— Heinrich von Kleist, On the Marionette Theatre

Publication date -- SPRING 2007. I am delighted at this. All those who have been waiting for the appearance of this volume with eager interest, then impatience, then irritation, then waning interest, then vague resignation, should herald its arrival (and I mean all two dozen of you! Names will be taken!) by immediately rushing out and buying Small Beer Press books of every description.

Labor is also underway to bring back into print the earlier three volumes; that will happen. Watch this space."


from the blog of John Crowley.
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